Dudes I'm not sure how long I can keep these up!
8:30 kiss the wife goodbye, fill my mug, head for the puter room.
Load tables, set variables, set each plane by field, then doublecheck fields by planes enabled. Icons set short, set radar, set fuel multi, tables saved all set. Edit & set MOTD.
9:15 Roll ju-88 checking fuel endurance for nash's flight. Get it up climb to 10k, head N watching the stopwatch.
9:40 People starting to trickle in. JU getting low on fuel, Fester is bugging me about details.
9:45, ju out of fuel, auger it in, Nash's mission is doable, fuel multi stays put. Prep B26, get on RW, set fuel, ord listen to briefing from Daddog. Fever is building, arena's filling up, tension builds.
10:00 Logs started, Permision to launch is granted. Bombers go OTR, then roll, I tuck in behind daddog, buffs looking good.
10:03 the nightmare beguins, "Ghosth xxxxxxx needs to roll from field XX. Check formation,
set auto, pull up clipboard, open field, close windows. close clipboard, check formation. ! min later go back in & close field.
10:30 getting frazzled holding 150 back behind daddog, escorts up sun, looking good. Seems like never ending barrage of disco's, latecomers, & idiots need fields opened.
Cons sighted, daddog levels, escorts away, hblair asking me on private to let XXXX up again. DAMMIT NOT NOW! Franticly open field, close windows, jump to guns, Whew still alive.
Cloud cover over target and we are at 20k!
Cut throttle, stay tight as we dive into the soup. Hairs on my neck salamanderle as I hear escorts on RW talking about inbound boogies!
Target in sight,the tension is building. We have a good line to the target, slideing along JUST in the cloud fringe at 10k. See the port ahead, pick my targets, zoomed in, make my drop.
Oops drifted out of formation, cut the corner when daddog reverses, yeah, back on his 6 on 150. Setup for 2nd pass, port is smokeing, drop on a single ack close doors and turn west for home.
Flyng blind climbing into the clouds hblair comes through on priv again. XXXX disco'd, frazzled, tired, no vis on any bombers, I open axis field, type single "GO" on cm channel. Hening tunes me priv, wants to refly. Seems he exited instead of refueling on the pad. Get into 5 min conversation with him on private.
Sort things out about the time I see daddog break out of clouds 300 ahead. Ohhh the relief!
Finally the endless barrage of disco's seems to be letting up, banana is cracking us all up with his lame jokes on RW.
11:30 land ho, ohhh what a welcome sight. Pony escort getting low on gas, buffs come in low just above the cliffs. Still scanning the skies for enemy, but looks like we made it.
11:35, landed, 332nd roll into group for screenshot. Lots of chatter on RW, Man do I love these mongrels I fly with!
11:40, everyone down, busy closeing logs, saveing tables, reseting arena back to default settings.
11:45 reboot arena, pry myself up out of my chair, ask myself why for the 1001 time I ever volenteered for CM. Remind myself for the 1001 time that while it may be work, SOME one has to do it. And who else do you know that can open fields right and left & still keep a bomber in tight formation??????
Slide gently into bed, exhausted in mind and body but ohhh so satisfied with one nights work.
Ahhh this is as good as it gets!
